330 The still, soft voice

Posted on February 21, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Our world is sounding louder lately,
a cacophony of dissonant jazz gone crazy.
Our aural capacity to distinguish
the real from the rot,
the truth from the not
is nearly gone.
(The noise has taken its toll.)
What we need is hearing aids for our souls.
It’s safer if God doesn’t have to shout
for us to hear what He’s talking about.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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